
by Chacha Jaramillo
Not every rage arrives screaming. Some of it waits quietly,collecting weight,collecting memory,collecting names. Welcome to the containment zone. A psychological slow-burn about quiet rage, restraint, and the dangerous things left unsaid. Not ranting.Seething.
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